Glaston.
From the dock area, a railway can be seen leading straight to a large walled city not far away.
"The feeling it gives is... there's a lot of military pressure on this colony."
Aaron lifted his hand to block the strong sunlight.
After he could see the situation on the street clearly, a feeling of the change of times came in waves.
Blonde and blue-eyed gentlemen wearing tailcoats and round top hats, ladies wearing skirts...
Brown-skinned natives wearing colorful feather headdresses, with little clothing...
Dark-skinned slaves with faces painted white, covered in mysterious patterns...
And mixed-race guards with deep facial features, wearing red uniforms and white trousers...
Ignorant old wizards selling magical potions on the street.
Railways crisscross, steam engines with billowing smoke constantly transporting goods from the pier.
